Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 141 11. The Breaker Akama [12100]

Tick tock, tick tock

There was nothing in the darkness, only the crisp sound of running water splashing on the ground, which was so clear in this crypt covered with moss and broken stones, there was even an inaudible echo.

Any building has its own shadows, and the rats shuttle in the shadows. They hate the sun, dedicate themselves to the darkness, and try to find peace in the darkness.

Those who worship the dark are not all bad people, maybe just a group of humble homeless people.

It's mine! It's mine!

A miserable voice sounded in the darkness of the sewer, and then two entangled shadows rolled out of the darkness. They were fighting for something, and the humble power attached to the distorted figure splashed the water stains on the ground, While punching each other, the abnormal viciousness and madness made the scalps of those who saw them tingle.

In the dim light of the sewer, the two wrestling figures are so crooked, like rats magnified more than ten times, with dirty tails, vicious eyes, full of sharp teeth, and a mouth without lips , and the tentacles of the chin, the fleeting eyelids wrinkled,

Like the punishment of time, these creatures hiding in the darkness become as ugly as the darkness they live in.

That'smine!

A voice uttered a shrill cry, his body was kicked into the water, in the icy water, he struggled hard, waving his hands on the ground, and quickly grabbed a stone, he turned around, looked Seeing the bastard who robbed him of his treasure, he screamed and rushed forward.

boom

Fresh blood, scorching blood, sharp stones smashed through his head, the body of the guy who snatched the treasure in front of him shook, and fell into the water, the treasure held tightly by his hands fell to the side, the purple-black crystal The fragments were also stained with blood.

Snapped

The assailant seemed to be terrified by his own actions. He grabbed the blood-stained stone and took a few steps back tremblingly. The broken robe on his body caught his legs and made him fall to the ground. Seeing the bloodstains scattered in the water in front of his eyes, he scratched the ground with both hands, threw the blood-stained stone aside, and hid himself in a dark corner.

shivering.

What did I do...I...I killed people!

Ahhh!

This weird creature hugged its head and let out a low and painful roar. He curled up his body and buried his head in his chest, as if he could escape the cruel reality in this way.

Akama will kill me... No! Akama, no, I didn't mean to!

It's him! He's going to grab my treasure! It's him! He...he's damned!

Yes! Damn him!

The murderer seemed to convince himself, but his mental state might have been unstable. After a few minutes, this guy walked out from the darkness, picked up the blood-stained crystal fragments on the ground, and carefully put the fragments on his worn-out robe Wiping it clean, he lifted the fragment, and in the dim light, the fragment reflected a dim light.

Like the light refracted by crystals and precious stones, the dull luster shone on this ugly face, and the obsessive light shone in those small eyes.

Baby, my baby.

He muttered to himself, as if all his mind had been absorbed by the crystal in his hand.

Keng

A low sound made him withdraw his hand abruptly, clutching the crystal tightly to his chest, he looked around suspiciously, he lowered his head, and saw the corpse at his feet, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, He swung his foot and kicked the corpse under his feet into the pool not far away.

Don't let Akama know.

The guy muttered to himself, he turned his head to look at the top of the huge sewer, the entrance, he thought for a moment, then lifted his robe, stepped on the cold water, and ran towards the entrance.

I want to leave here! Take the baby and leave forever! Akama won't know!

The sudden idea made the lost man very happy. He thought he had found a way to avoid punishment. Like a mouse, he climbed up the high platform of the sewer with difficulty, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the cold iron gate of the sewer. After a while, , with the sound of gears turning, this hidden entrance is opened.

The lost man holding the crystal let out a smug laugh, but when he just crawled out of the cold sewer, a tall shadow enveloped his twisted body.

The Lost Man felt the chill in the air in front of him. He shivered. He raised his head. What he saw was a pair of dark red eyes exuding endless chill in the darkness, like a predator patrolling in the dark. Same.

ah!

A horrified hiss sounded in the dark night, completely breaking the dead silence of the dark temple.

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The death knight Yrel tilted his head, looking at the lost man who was only two-thirds her height in front of him. The guy who fled in a hurry was pressed to the ground by two surrendered death knights. screams.

Yrel doesn't know why the Highlord sent her to search the sewers of the Black Temple, but it seems that Lord Tyrion wants her to catch these... rats hiding in the sewers.

This guy is a creature that Yrel has never seen, at least before she died 10 years ago, there should be no such creature in Draenor, but Yrel felt a strange feeling from this twisted guy in front of him. familiar.

Catch him!

Yrel gave the order in a hoarse voice, and the two surrendered death knights hurriedly grabbed the lost man's head and lifted him up from the ground brutally, causing the purple-black crystal he held in his arms to fall on the ground. on the ground.

kindness?

The draenei death knight bent down and took the crystal shards on the ground in her hand, her expression changed.

Shards of Kara! Are you collecting this too?

Yrel pulled out the warhammer behind his backhand. This is a weapon with a strong Draenei style. The top of the warhammer made of crystal and steel is wrapped with jumping undead runes. After Yrel injected death energy , the rune was lit up, and a solid icy aura wrapped around the hammer, like a layer of shining frost storm.

Snapped

The icy hammer hit the Lost Man's chin in front of him, and lifted his head up forcefully. After just a moment of contact, a thin layer of hoarfrost wrapped around the Lost Man's body. The cold that went straight to the bone made Lost The victim's body trembled even more violently.

He felt a mortal threat, he was afraid.

Is there any more fragments like this?

Yrel asked in a deep voice, using pure Draenei language, the voice made the Lost Man stunned for a moment, but when he saw the red light shining in Yrel's eyes, he struggled in fear again, Screaming, roaring, acting as if he couldn't understand Yrel's voice at all.

This made the death knight quickly lose patience.

click

Yrel's icy gauntlets clasped the Lost Man's neck, pulling him to his eyes, and the death knight whispered in his signature hoarse voice:

I know you understand, tell me, do you still have this fragment?

If you don't say anything, you will die... Anyway, there are enough rats in the sewer, and there must be some of you who cherish life, huh?

Kaka

The steel gauntlet tightened slowly. Under the blessing of this irresistible dark power, the lost man could feel that the air was being squeezed out from his lungs, little by little, like the god of death Tightening the shackles little by little, his little half of his body was quickly frozen by the icy breath from Yrel's body, which made him tremble non-stop. When Yrel's fingers tightened again, , he finally collapsed.

No! Don't kill me.

He yelled a begging voice in Draenei language, probably because his body was distorted. The voice was very harsh and ugly, just like the sound of cloth strips being torn.

boom

The Lost Man was thrown on the ground. He held his neck and breathed heavily. Yrel took a step forward, and the frost-filled warhammer hit the ground in front of the Lost Man fiercely, making him terrified. He moved backwards, but was blocked by the death knight behind him.

I said! I said... baby, the baby is with Akama! There are many, many... He has the baby all to himself! Damn him!

Akama?

This familiar name made Yrel grip her weapon tightly, and the dark red light in her eyes became sharper, and she asked in a low voice:

How many of you are there?

300, no, 500, no, I don't know, a lot...we have a lot of people!

This answer made Yrel's complexion sink. She turned her head and looked at the death knight beside her. She whispered:

Go and gather more people, let's go in!

Obey!

Ten minutes later, Yrel rushed into the sewer with the death knight and the dark rangers. The captured lost man was forced to act as a guide. They advanced quickly in the dark, and soon they came to the lost man. hiding place.

Yrel, who was born in Shadowmoon Valley, heard many weird stories when he was alive. In those stories, the sewers of the Karabor Temple were like a complicated labyrinth, and many dark creatures were hidden in it. After this, Yrel saw the true face of the sewer. Frankly speaking, this place is no smaller than the upper level of the Dark Temple, and there are many traces of artificial excavation.

The captive didn't lie, there are a lot of rats here!

Scatter! In the name of Lord Tyrion, seize them!

Under Yrel's order, the dark rangers and death knights dispersed and rushed into different tunnels. The bodies of these lost people had been seriously degraded. Living in the void energy for a long time made their bodies shrink, their strength was weak, and their personalities were weak. His body and will also become fragmented, and it is impossible to be the opponent of the ruthless death knights.

And Yrel himself, led by the captives, went all the way deep into the sewer. The news that the death knights came in seems to have spread, and there are screams of panicked lost people everywhere. They didn't even think about it. They resisted, bumping around like headless flies. When the death knight approached, they even buried their heads on the ground like ostriches and shivered.

If Tyrion hadn't ordered the capture alive, the death knight brought by Yrel might have killed these harmless guys in less than 30 minutes.

There! It's there! Baby and Akama are there!

The captive with chains tied around his neck pointed to a simple stone house at the end of the sewer, and shouted to Yrel, who strode into the stone house with a warhammer in his hand.

The darkness couldn't stop the death knight's eyes. The moment he stepped into the stone house, two sharp blades slashed towards Yrel's body, but they were easily blocked by the sturdy warhammer.

bang bang

With two soft beeps, Yrel took a step back, and beating emotions surged in her heart, like a raging fire. The death knight stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, held the hammer with both hands, and the howling chill A frost storm sprang up around her body, and with a hoarse cry, Yrel, who was wearing black heavy armor, rushed towards the darkness in front of her like a tank.

boom

The huge death energy from Tyrion strengthened Yrel's body, and she was familiar with the martial arts taught by Glokush. Between the beating of the warhammer runes, the swaying frost slammed forward like hailstones, making the hiding place The attacker in the dark has nowhere to hide, he can only choose to confront it head-on.

Two dark golden scythes wrapped in chains slashed at the berserk death knight from left to right. Just before the sharp blades fell into Yrel's body, the draenei death knight's fingers flicked, a layer of bright red The energy shield appeared on her body, knocking the attacking sickle into the air, and the hammer wielding in both hands swung outwards, hitting the attacker who couldn't dodge in time in the chest.

boom

This powerful blow blasted the attacker's body through the darkness, and directly smashed into the cold water stains under his feet. The attacker in the black hood was lying on the ground with chains wrapped around his body. The blow caused him great pain, and he struggled to get up, but the next moment, Yrel's hoof-like left foot stepped on the sneak attacker's back, brutally pressing him to the ground again.

Yrel's fingers moved, and the scythe scattered on the ground was grasped by the grip of death. She looked at this strange weapon, and the violent fighting spirit in her eyes slowly dissipated. After a while, her eyes changed again. Cold, she said softly:

Long time no see... Dear Archbishop Akama!

The voice stopped the attacker's struggle for a moment. He turned his head with difficulty and saw the death knight in the darkness. In the end, he sighed and did not give up his resistance:

The Chosen... Yrel, the darkness has warped you and me... have you become a... monster too?